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Ken ran the tip of his cock along my slit, then pulled away, and nudged it against my bum hole. “No! Not there!” I pleaded, but because of the sweat and my state of arousal, his large cock slid in very easily. I let out a primeval grunt. I’d never felt anything like it; the pain wasn’t like I had imagined it would be, my hole was stinging like mad, and my cavity was being stretched beyond belief. After a few seconds, I was enjoying it.Ken was, now, fucking my arse with ease, the sweat acting as a lubricant. I greeted every stroke, with the same indian sexy girl grunt. This was absolutely fabulous. “Do you like this?” he asked, “Yes,” I whispered, “I can’t hear you. What did you say?” he laughed, “Yes! Yes! I like it!” I shouted. “What do you like? Tell me again. What do you like!” he continued, his thrusts speeding up, his cock going in deeper, with each thrust. “I love fucking!” I grunted, as I clung onto the wooden seat, “I like being fucked in the arse! I love being fucked in the arse!” I shocked myself, but it was true, I loved being fucked in my tight, virgin arse. With one last push, his body tensed and he emptied his spunk filled balls into my bottom. We remained joined for a few seconds, then he slowly pulled his cock out, making my arse-hole sting again. We both flopped onto the bench, clinging to each other. As we lay together I could feel his spunk running out of my stretched hole onto my thighs . |
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